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"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Humor, crack Pairings: Trowa/Quatre (if you squint). Summary: Life's tough when you're a snowman. Prompt: Snow "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 17: Snow Wufei cursed as a snowball hit the back of his head, fusing itself to the formerly round, smooth dome. He spun a full ninety degrees on his snowy base and pointed a twigged finger at the cackling snowman a few feet away. “Stop it, Maxwell. I refuse to be involved in your cannibalistic ways.” The braided snowman abruptly stopped laughing, looking confused. His rounded head tipped on its axis. “But doesn’t cannibalism mean we eat each other?” Nearby, a tall, slender snowman with long brown bangs, paused from his work of helping a smaller blond snowman reattach his arm. “Technically, yes.” Wufei rolled his coal-black eyes. “Whatever. Now I’ve got a lump in the back of my head and I can’t get my stupid arm back there to get it off,” he grumped as he flailed a wooden appendage behind him, trying to reach the embedded snowball. The two “fingers” on the end tried to grasp it, but failed. His arm dropped and he sighed in defeat. “This sucks.” “What sucks, Fei-Ray?” He glared and waved his stick arms about. “This! All of this. Being made of snow. Every year a bunch of kids put us together and every year, they get more half-assed about it. Then, we melt until the snow comes back.” Heero came swishing by, his legless base rolling and twisting to get himself around. “At least you have a nose this year,” he griped at Wufei. Indeed, Heero’s snowy face was lacking in the key facial feature. As a result, his voice was even more nasally than usual. “At least you don’t have a half-rotted carrot sticking out of the middle of your face,” Wufei shot back. “Yeah well, at least a dog didn’t run off with your arm and chew it all up,” the little blond piped up as the taller snowman finally managed to wedge said arm back onto his body. It was no easy feat considering he had a total of three fingers on both hands. The braided snowman cracked up. “That was freakin’ hilarious, Quat. It was even funnier watching Tro try to chase him down to get it back.” Quatre’s blue button eyes narrowed. “Shut up, Duo.” Duo laughed even harder, slapping his hand against his base which ended up snapping one of his fingers off. He raised his hand, stared at the broken digit, and screamed in horror. Wufei smirked. “Serves you right.” “Damn it. Now, I gotta find another damn arm. I hate having only two fingers,” he grumbled. “Good luck with that.” Wufei had been trying to find better sticks for weeks. Even with so many trees around, it was difficult to find a decent one. The sound of children’s voices echoed off the landscape. Quatre’s head spun in a full circle, searching for the source. “We’ve got company.” “Shit,” Heero muttered. “Everyone act natural.” They froze in place as the kids rounded the top of the hill, sliding down on sleds and screeching excitedly. They reached the bottom, two of them rolling off into a snow drift. One kid stood up, pointing at the group of snowmen. “Hey, look!” The others picked their sleds up and ran over to investigate. “Why do they have hair?” One little girl asked. She was freckle-faced with strawberry blonde pigtails sticking out from beneath her knit cap. An older boy scoffed, “Because someone put wigs on ‘em, stupid.” The girl wiped her nose with a purple mitten’d hand. “They look funny.” “They look stupid,” the older boy said. He wrapped his hand around Wufei’s carrot nose and yanked it out. “Ew! This thing’s all gross,” he declared and threw it into a snowbank. "They don’t look stupid,” another girl said. “I like this one,” she said as she tugged on the end of the snowman’s braid. "Why’s he standing like that?” A short, stocky boy asked. The girl shrugged. “I don’t know. I think it’s funny.” She picked up her sled. “C'mon, we gotta go.” The freckled girl looked at them sadly. “They look cold.” “Of course they’re cold, idiot. They’re snowmen!” The older boy kicked the small blond one in the side, leaving a dent. “Quit being mean to her, or I’m gonna tell mom,” the other girl scolded. They turned and headed back up the hill, arguing the whole way. The freckled girl lagged behind, staring up at the blond snowman apologetically. Bending down, she grabbed a handful of snow and packed it against the hole left by the boy’s boot, smoothing it out with her hand. She pulled her red scarf off and wrapped it around the little snowman’s neck, then stood back to admire her work. “C'mon, Krissy! Mom’s waiting,” the other girl called from the top of the hill. "Coming,” she called back, grabbing her sled by the rope and trudging back up the hill. After a few minutes, the snowmen moved again. Heero did a double take when he spotted Duo with one stick arm braced on his hip, the other bent behind his head. "What the hell are you doing?” “What? You said "act natural”.“ "Ow,” Quatre moaned, rubbing the spot where the brat kicked him. Trowa shuffled over, twigged hands reaching for the distressed blond. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, just hurts a little.” Trowa’s coal mouth turned down, green button eyes glaring at the top of the hill. “I wanted to kill that kid. I still want to kill him.” “You can’t, Trowa. You know that. Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.” “Stupid little shit…where is it?” Wufei growled, frantically digging through the snowbank. His voice suddenly sounded more nasally than before. “Aha!” He straightened, holding the carrot in the air triumphantly. “Got it.” He brushed the snow off of it and stuck it back onto his face. “I thought you said it was nasty and rotten,” Heero reminded him. “Yeah well, it’s better than nothing.” He twisted the carrot until it was secured and huffed, propping his twiggy fingers on his hips. “See? I told you this sucks.”
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